Choice

Kanu was silent.

Elijah leaned forward, his voice low.

“I know you don’t trust me,” he said. “But trust this—whoever those children really are, the Church has been preparing for them long before you even knew their names.”

Kanu’s fists clenched.

He had already suspected something was wrong. But this? This was bigger than anything he had imagined.

Elijah stood, adjusting his coat.

“There’s a war coming, Kanu. And whether you like it or not, you’re in the middle of it.”

Then he turned toward the door.

“They’ll be coming for us soon,” he said. “Decide quickly.”

Kanu’s mind was still racing when he realized something strange.

Elijah had been in his room for nearly an hour. He had sat under the dim light, spoken at length, and yet—his shadow had never moved.

Kanu’s stomach twisted.

“What exactly did they do to you?” he asked, his voice steady but tense.

Elijah stopped at the doorway. His back was turned, but his hands curled into fists.